For You (Dirty)

Lyrics

Cvees (ft. Probe DMS) - "For You" [Emcee(s): Probe DMS] [Producer(s): Probe DMS] [Verse 1: Probe DMS] Yo, I'll sometimes hate making beats around my peeps 'cause When I'll press, they'll always got something to say like "Yo (Yo), why your tempo so slow and (Yo) Yo (Yo, yo), why your chords be so mellow?" But I'll stay cool like Jell-O even though I'm upset They'll talk about being amped when my art is the subject And every time I'll start a project, I'll hear them yapping about Platinum and me not reaching the charts yet, not realizing I take it to heart. And if you understood That, well then just know that this one is For you [Bridge 1: Probe DMS] This one is for you (This one is for you), this one is for you (This one is for you) This one is for you (This one is for you), this one is for you (This one is for you) This one is for you [Verse 2: Probe DMS] And each and every one in my crew Don't me mad. Just be glad for the things that I do I'm the known king of slang. Watch them niggas cling to My bozack. Talking this and that, I'll have my girl sing to A fool. Use each and every one of my tools To have them thirst niggas drooling. Cats be mad 'cause I'm a- -llergic to high hats. They'd rather have shiny raps Come on, who you fooling? I'm all into music Not only do I like it dirty, grimy, infused with Jazz. You got to represent hip hop and rap your ass off Not ten percent hip hop, ninety percent do a rap song If it's true that this is what you do, well then this is for you [Hook: Probe DMS] (x8) And this is for you (And this is for you), and this is for you (And this is for you) [Verse 3: Probe DMS] Instead of getting props, I'm getting hours to swap tracks You act like you wear the time—yo, stop that And you don't rule Cvees and And I know majority, two out of three wins Fuck it. Don't rhyme on my tracks, then try To climb on my back after I blow when I'm fat I'll design serene tracks to ease back And write in lash mode to keep drops intact Probe a hundred percent hip hop, not rap. I'll never Drip drop or hit the pit stop. I'll never Flip flop or floss a wristwatch. Hot Damn, I'm a man that'll get props. And if You stand in my way, you'll just get mopped, so please Stop popping all that shit. I'm getting sick like The flu, switched up my whole damn crew Pimped 'em. If you got these symptoms, well then this for you [Hook: Probe DMS] (x8) And this is for you (And this is for you), and this is for you (And this is for you) [Verse 4: Probe DMS] You're mad 'cause I'll rock a Lo cap with a knapsack Damn right, motherfucker, I'm a backpacker And I'll attack any of you sad, wack rappers We're real hip hoppers and y'all are all actors We're true emcees—y'all could all see the factors Of beats on envy and graffiti in the flat book Float on my back with the flow that's spectacular Hold that, revert back to old rap vernacular In case you forgot, my main Purpose is to preserve real hip hop, and all Y'all deserve that hot hip hop, so here It go. Shit, play it out of control. That's how We do it. New shit out of the blue, kid You stick it in the... with the phlegm as the fluid You nah'm saying? Shit. If you're listening To my crew, well you definitely know that this is for you [Hook: Probe DMS] (x16) And this is for you (And this is for you), and this is for you (And this is for you)